The mist coated the darkness in a layer of ominous silence. The only sound echoing throughout the stands was that of a boy’s footsteps. He traveled along the frozen metal benches, losing his balance only twice. He continued to walk up and down the bleachers, until halted by a sight never had he experienced. The mist swirled and turned, weaving in and out of what he could almost see as a figure. The figure seemed to be controlling the vapor, moving with a fluidity the small fog duplicated. They were dancing in a way; reacting to the movements of the other, creating a balance between them. The boy took a slight step forward, amazed and curious by this sight. Instantly, the mist and its partner stopped moving. The shadow’s back was turned to the boy, and its arms-once up in motion- gradually fell to his sides. The mist slowly moved, twisting and curling towards the boy. He took just a step backwards, but within that step lied his destiny. Slipping on the freezing cold metal the boy collapsed. The mist swarmed in from all sides, creating a dense circular wall, through which he could see nothing. Just moments after he regained his footing a force threw him back to the ground. The mist radiated an iridescent glow around the scene, and standing over him the boy could now clearly see the figure. Realization struck the boys face as he saw who his attacker truly was. The figure lifted his arms quickly. The mist followed simultaneously, and the world stopped. The mist stood still, each drop of vapor clearly visible in the darkness. All noises were interrupted in this moment by silence. Time had stopped. The boy stared into the face of the figure, unable to comprehend the perception of his eyes. The hiatus was soon severed with a deadly scream. The mist slowly accented upwards, revealing the body of the boy, walking from the scene.
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